User blog comment:Rawfan56/The Otter Tribes/@comment-2006360-20110228195302

The vole with the picture takes a sack, puts the portrait in it, and puts a hood over his head before turning south to Redwall, where poor Regulus' grave is.

''Dark is the robe of the king, the king who sees the Abbey. His servant had tried to infiltrate that old castle, but had been bested. Now, the dark king's army waited among the forest, for all the world a forest their own of pikes and blades. A new spy had been sent to Redwall, and this one was one of the Abbeybeast's own kind...and one goes through the dark king's warrior's minds: The Dark King, kill, kill, KILL!''